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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Oct 14, 2004 20:06:18 GMT -5
I speak with the computer voice, my lips don't move. "Destiny, you are to refer to me as 'Mein Furher' or 'God' from now on." I look around the room briefly, using the eyes of Destiny and Despair to aid my own poor vision. Machine guns come out of several ports on the walls, each aiming at a different rebel.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 14, 2004 20:06:54 GMT -5
All of the mixed messages in Bassarov's brain is too much. He puts his arms around what he thinks is Kaieka, and collapses onto the floor.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 14, 2004 20:09:42 GMT -5
"Valodya... Lubimi... Get up!" I shahe his shoulders after he drags me to the ground with him, attempting to rouse him but failing. I then get up and stare at Despair, my look one of red hot hatred. "d**n you f**king machines!"
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Post by Brady on Oct 14, 2004 20:10:43 GMT -5
I lay in a pool of blood, as it still oozes out of my body.
" Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... "
I say, slowing regaining my common sense and will to live.
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Post by Ashen on Oct 14, 2004 20:10:47 GMT -5
Ashen bows once again, and telepots to Berlin, finding the rebels easily enough and watching their pathetic attempts to fight Zwei's minions. The great Valdoya Bassarov falling the a servant of humanity? How far the mighty had fallen apparently. The machines bowed to something inside, and he thought what a strange gesture it was. Why would these machines, trying to destroy humanity, why would they take on human mannerisms? Strange indeed, it must've been some sort of prodical.
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Post by Destiny on Oct 14, 2004 20:10:55 GMT -5
"'YES, MEIN FURHER.." I said bowing once again and standing up.
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Post by Despair on Oct 14, 2004 20:13:11 GMT -5
Despair waits silently for Zwei to do something to the remaining rebels. He stares at them blankly. Inside he is laughing at their weakness and their fate. He wonders what Zwei has in store for them.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Oct 14, 2004 20:15:00 GMT -5
"That's better." I raise my electron gun and fire a stun pulse, knocking every non-machine in the room unconsious. Several fleshless androids emerge from the walls and pick up Bassarov and Misha. I turn to Hope and Destiny. "Transport the rest of these rebels to the Munich base. Once there you may do with them as you please. But don't kill them... Yet."
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Post by Despair on Oct 14, 2004 20:17:40 GMT -5
"As you command, my God." Depair picks up Brady and leaves Zero to Destiny. He teleports Brady to a cell at the Munich base. Chai Ling and Indira from the Sri Lankan base are already there in cells. He throws the elf onto the floor and waits for Destiny.
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Post by Destiny on Oct 14, 2004 20:18:08 GMT -5
"Yes, MEIN FURHER." I said as I turned to walking as we were transpotred to the base. As everyone purs out of the room. I turn to Zwei. "AND WHAT SHALL YOU DO?" I ask.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Oct 14, 2004 20:19:48 GMT -5
I speak with my own voice again. "I wish to use these two for my amusement, after that I am undecided. I think that it is almost time for Judgement Day, wouldn't you agree?"
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Oct 14, 2004 20:21:35 GMT -5
Linnea wasn't surprised that she flew up to equal height with her. "Color spray," she sprayed the witch with her paint, which contained acid.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 14, 2004 20:22:14 GMT -5
Bassarov wakes up a little. The effects of the mind altering waves have worn off and the revolutionary is starting to think clearly again.
"What happened...." He asks himself as he shakes his head. His head hurts, but at least his thoughts make sense.
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Post by Destiny on Oct 14, 2004 20:22:27 GMT -5
I nod. "IT SHOULD COME SOON. WE DON"T WANT ANYTHING STOPPING US. THAT WILL MAKE TAKING OVER MORE EASIER." I said to her.
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Post by Brady on Oct 14, 2004 20:22:59 GMT -5
I lay on the ground, blood still leaking out and making a new puddle. Luckily, I have other rebels in the cell with me.
" Please, help me... "
I manage to mutter, hoping for a spell, or medical attention.
( Gotta go. )
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